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		<title>My New Hobby</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2521.html</link>
		<description>Hello, dammit. 


About six-months ago, I walked into the local gym and overheard two fellows having a discussion about something that they kept referring to (albeit in hushed and overawed tones) as "Shrimp Louie." It was a relatively short conversatio...</description>
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		<title>For no one and nothing</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2367.html</link>
		<description>The world moves in mysterious and unpredictable ways.


Seeing oneself reflected in the grand scheme of things can be quite a sobering experience. I don't have a church. I don't have a religion. The closest thing to a cathedral that I can call my own i...</description>
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		<title>October 8</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2368.html</link>
		<description>I wish, so very much, that I could remember what it feels like to be loved. 


Another year, and only the palest ghosts of distant memory are left to call me into dream. 


I've wanted, for so long, to convince myself that there might be even one place...</description>
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		<title>Losing my mind</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2366.html</link>
		<description>This must be what it feels like to lose your mind.

I shaved my head last evening. 

It's not the first time. 

Several years ago, I met a cute little girl in the cancer ward of the UCI Medical Center. Her name was Jessica. She was a pale, diminutive, ...</description>
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		<title>Vacation, Part I</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2510.html</link>
		<description>Attention audience: There will be no half-hearted attempts at profundity this evening. I am already two days into a three-week break from the seemingly endless drudgery of school. Two days of sitting and feeling lost. I'm caught in an awkward circuit o...</description>
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		<title>Memorial Day</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2499.html</link>
		<description>Remember your dead. Remember your fallen heroes. You already know, from glancing at the color of my flag, that our ideologies clash. You remember smiling fathers, who had marched off to liberate distant lands, never to return.You remember brothers, unc...</description>
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		<title>On Being A Philanderer</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2474.html</link>
		<description>It's the first official day of Spring Break, and here I sit with a fever. Of course, I didn't just wake up sick today. I've been nursing something foul since Friday evening, when I chose to attend an outdoors pre-break celebration with a bunch of frien...</description>
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		<title>Belinda</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2454.html</link>
		<description>You are more the desert night than you know. Cold, intangible shadow dancing on the periphery of the sputtering fire's glow. Unshakable silence that falls more thunderously and ominously than sound could ever hope to do. When night comes to the desert,...</description>
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		<title>The fundamental interconnectedness of all things.</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2438.html</link>
		<description>Children with the faces of angels, battered, bruised, remade into something other by the echoes of our own discontent made manifest. Welcome to realm of the social organism.It's funny, you know. I can remember being a child of five and comparing an art...</description>
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		<title>A Fond Farewell</title>
		<link>http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/redguard/post-2406.html</link>
		<description>Yes, that's what this is. It is a farewell…for the time being, at least. I have to go now. These four walls have come to represent more prison than shelter, and I must shuck them off and go forth to seek that which I crave.Before doing so, however, I w...</description>
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